Viktor's Joy - In times of trouble

It was hard work raising six grandchildren. By the time I awoke, the water had been carried in, the wood chopped, and the animals fed. Every morning, without fail, she would light a fire in the pechka and turn on the radio. Only now do I begin to fathom the true weight of her hardships. Estrada offered her reprieve—more than the drink ever did. From the album "cold river souvenirs". Released on Grainy Records. Special thanks to: Ritz movie theater Vaasa for letting film. Filmverkstaden Vaasa for letting us stay. And Kirppis thrift store for the cheap suit. Vocals, Guitar - Kaarel Malken Torombone - Maxime Demartin Master - Sander Saarmets Camera and 16mm footage - Elvira Akzigitova Lyrics: She loved her Meridian model b214 Sleek looking portable transistor radio the same frequency month in month out A window to a world I knew nothing about "Black ice on the highway.A killer on the run.” “Eulogies and birthdays …till the music came on.. serving me breakfast and singing along she knew all the words to all of the songs Locked in her wardrobe, hiding away among her dresses, moth eaten furs a growing darkness was calling her name A poisonous spirit of guilt and shame Alone on her porch, gazing up at the sky, mid-summer's evening, saw her quietly cry For better for worse, she always meant well but everyone's got a story to tell I was too young back then to take up the task look her in the eyes, hold her hand and ask That moment of sadness now frozen in time has haunted me ever since and will till i die Her voice still echoes, calling me home a fading vision of seasons gone by In her dusty bedroom , too tired to sleep I would toss and turn in the suffocating heat through a crack in the door, the radio plays on, saw her hang up her powder blue dress Her tired beauty, her ghosts from the past that tortured her mind and her flesh in times of trouble I summon her image